Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.